Wicked Master

Yun Bixue sat up and switched on her tablet. Scrolling through the news on the capital, she realized that the An family had lied low for a long time. An Yexuan hadn't surfaced for a long time, and the reporters even suspected that he had vanished into thin air.

Yun Bixue couldn't believe it. An Yexuan wouldn't simply disappear without a trace. Why couldn't she find anything about him? Even the An family hadn't said anything about him. Could it be that An Yexuan had hidden himself?

With knitted brows, Yun Bixue began to ponder. The expressions on her face kept changing.

Although Xie Limo was reading the news, he kept looking at Yun Bixue. Noticing that something was amiss, he asked, "What are you thinking about? Why do you look so conflicted?"

Yun Bixue raised her head and looked at Xie Limo solemnly. Her husband had always looked elegant and royal, but she clearly knew that he was a wicked young master. He always protected her silently and secretly.